I don't know what it is . . . but for some reason, I just like nighttime. Here it is, almost 3:00 in the morning. I should go to bed; I'm tired. But I'm still up. I don't particularly want to go to bed. Why?
Because I enjoy being awake at night. It's not really a matter of comfort- just likeing to sleep in and such- I just . . . like the night. It's so . . . peaceful, I guess. It's quiet, dark, and empty . . .
Why would I like something because it's empty?
Well, at night most people are asleep. Heck, right now my roommate is asleep. So there's less people to interact and deal with. And for some reason, that relaxes me.
Living in such a huge family, I rarely ever get any time alone, any time to myself. I'm always relishing any time I have to myself. I seek alone time whenever I can. I'm bombarded by people so often, that I take comfort in the times when I don't have to deal with them.
I guess.
I mean, there are times when I DO want to be around people. I just don't want that all the time. I'm sure other people understand. Everyone needs alone time, or privacy from time to time. And for me, night is the perfect time to get it.
And then there's the darkness of night, the cold, the mystery. Night is . . . mysterious. Things aren't clear at night. It's harder to see, and easier for the imagination to run wild. Night is dark, and can be frightening. It's exciting.
Exciting, and yet calm at the same time. Everything is quiet. Everything is calm . . . everything is asleep . . . except for me.
I am alone and thinking and typing and not really making much of a point except . . .
